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so most of us have been in some spyck place before getting a diagnose post a story happened to u i will post mine once i get it writed in wordpad ..oh and also poll for those who never been there

My story would be too long. I've been in and out of psych wards 4 times and in rehab treatment once.

Most of the hospital trips were due to suicide attempts.

Dammit now I sound like an emo.

But it's true I haven't gone back to that for almost 2 years now because of recovery.

OK, I will tell you my sad story. I was suicidal earlier this year on my birthday of all days and I went into the mental hospital. I am still very angry about the visit there. There was this doctor who lied to my face and 2 other patients deliberately targeted me. I can't wait to yell at this doctor if I ever have to go back! He said to me that he didn't believe that I was faking and my many disorders are real. That made me feel good. But when I picked up the report to see his real thoughts, he thought by reading on the internet actually got me crazy! How incompetent is this jerk? I can't wait to shoot down his claim. I actually had many symptoms when I was much younger (13) and that was well before I started reading about this stuff. Then to make my stay worse, there were these two jerks that should go you know where. One of them called me a liar in front of the whole group and the other was making fun of how fat and ugly I am. I have been on so many psych meds that it made me gain around 80 pounds in the last 2 years. I hate taking my meds because of the side effects. I have been in the mental hospital of a total of 4 times and every time it was boring. I hate it there.

I was put in the phyc ward of the local children's hospital twice. Once when I was nine and once when I was sixteen. I think I was tramatized from the experience when I was nine and the last time was more like being forced by my parents to go to the circus for a few days. I was having meltdowns the first time because I wanted to go home and they would not let me. The second time they suposdly gave me a doctor who was an AS expert but instead I I was given his medical school student who was doing his phyc rotation. He asked me if I saw or heard things that others did not not. I told him that I could see the itty bitty details of things that others never noticed such as the cracks in bricks or the hum of electiricty. He said I was skitsofrenic as well as AS. I thought a person could either have one or the other. Not both. He probably never graduated med school either. I told him that I was cautious around men. Which any young lady with a lick of sence would do in these times. I got the message that I was paranoid of all men including my dad. The supposed AS expert didn't know much about AS either, not even the textbook facts. The nurses were freaked out that I wanted to be alone all the time and when I did not want to go to "group" I had a meltdown and got put in the "rubber room". I just wanted to stay in my room and draw. The orderlys practicaly manhandled me in there. The "group" consisted of all the other kids in the ward who talked about their supposed problems and current events. One girl had been raped and also had annerexia, another boy had been there because he ran away from home looking for his cartoon character girlfriend, the other had rages, and the last ones were drug addicts. I pretty much played stupid with them until they decided I had been fixed and let me out six days later. The one nurse had said I made a pretty good come around because I wasn't so avoident of people anymore. I simply pretended to be social. When I was leaving they wanted me to send them a card telling them how I was. It's been what, five years now and I never have or never will.

well ill take a fast version....ill got singet in in psyck when i was 10 because of depression after year of being there got asperger diagnose ..but ya that was about time i started to get meltdowns due of chance:/ and got em since that...but ya it would take for ever to tell a detailet story since i have been restained so many times in there and i think a grouphome where iam at now dont even know about it maybe one method that has been left in my memories is one worker sitting on my legs when another is sitting on my back holding my arms behind me while another of em is putting wrist restaints on me..i was so panicking i know this sounds horible but after wards i have heard that tecknique is supossed to calmdown how keeping u down and putting restaints supossed to calm?

to long to list. they tortured maimed and nearly killed me. I would like to kill every last psychiatrist mental heatlt worker and pharmaceutica, company exec on planet earth.

Not really a topic I like to talk about, it was a very painful and personal low point of my life.

http://www.wrongplanet.net/postt64268.html
This happened around a month ago...
I don't want to repeat myself too much (look at the link), but this is my first and hopefully ONLY suicide attempt!

i went to the royal ottawa mental health center for a while to see a psychologist because i was having violent meltdowns at school and i was depressed. he put me on prozac, he then wanted to put me on epival (a drug used in the treatment of manic episodes of bipolar disorder). we chose not to do the epival and he didn't help much and didn't seem very interested in me other than to give me drugs.

i don't think i've ever told anyone in my family that i considered suicide when i was younger. i never got to the point of attempting it, but i had thought about it a lot when i was in grade 6 or 7

I voted yes, but (at various times) as a member of staff, then visitor, then day-centre attendant.

But ive never actually been committed or stayed more than 2 hours as a patient.

Yeah I have.

Twice when I was 13, for depression/anxiety and once for this manic episode.... ugh, it was horrible. Not the place itself, it was like an old house near a lake.. but the MEDICATION.

Just thinking about all that medication I had to take makes me sick.

Recently as well, in the first week of April, I had to go in for four days... only coz they wouldn't let me go home after my recent suicide attempt (because they thought I'd hurt myself immediately afterwards, apparently).

Yes, I have psychiatry experience. Well, one night in a real psychiatry the rest of the 3 months in 'stationary psychotherapy' due to panic attacks. And in contrast to the other horror stories, it helped me. I was not able to leave the house before -- for a few months.

The first days, I was a wreck: I was unable to do anything but cry... the fact that my grandfather died about a week ago of course did not help. But eventually, I started to get up, so to say. I started to get into contact with the demons in my mind and to face and overcome them. I learned a lot of social skills by being around people most of the time. I think they got some false impressions of me which led to a wrong diagnosis, but meh, they did not give me more medicine than I took already and I found out about that later...